Manchester, United Kingdom

Stationery

Artist's Description

Lady, you have filled these exile days of mineWith sweetness, made a foreign traveler your ownAs easily as these unfamiliar stars, quietly,Coolly smiling from heaven, have likewise given meWelcome. When I stood at this window and staredAt the southern sky, a message seemed to slideInto my soul from the harmony of the stars,A solemn music that said, “We know you are ours-Guest of our light from the day you passedFrom darkness into the world, always our guest.”

Lady, your kindness is a star, the same solemn tuneIn your glance seems to say, “I know you are mine.”I do not know your language, but I hear your melody:“Poet, guest of my love, my guest eternally.”